Howlin' Pelle Almqvist is not lacking for ego. His repeated calls for
applause and adoration would quickly wear thin if the band he fronts
didn't actually deliver the goods. But the Hives were non-stop
juggernaut of garage rock at the Riviera on Friday night, sometimes
soul-inflected, but always smoking. Almqvist and guitarist Nicholaus
Arson were the flashy showman, but the whole band was supremely tight.
And at least Almqvist invocations for devotion were delivered with a
wink, most obviously when informing the audience that they were the
best crowd they have ever played to.
As for openers the Donnas, I wasn't that crazy about Van Halen 25 years
ago, so an all-female, less debauched version holds little appeal today.
1 comment:
the donnas are the shit. if you don't think so you most not know anything about music.
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